'my friends & i, a tribe of the sons and daughters of the well-t-do-, often used exaggerated and outre language t manufacture life-threatening pleasure. a swarm of affectionate, mutually dependent lil' fireflies, we devoured the wings of imagination and had lil' contact w reality. we were maggots feeding on e city's bones, but utterly sexy ones. the city's bizarre romanticsm and genuine sens of poetry were eactually created by our tribe. some call us linglei; others damn us as trash; some yearn t join us, and imitate us in every way they can, from clothes and hairstyle t speech and sex; others swear at us and tell us t take our dog-fart lifestyles and disappear.' - shanghai baby, wei hui